Sunny skies once more?

For the past 2 weeks, I used to have great difficulties getting to work. Once I awake, my body would tell me what to expect for the rest of the day. So I have been fighting a losing battle with gastric pain and wind. Funny, how I cannot quite recall the same symptoms when I was pregnant the first time. All I remembered was vomiting non-stop until I got admitted for drips.

So it is true (to some extent) when they say that when women are pregnant again, they won’t quite remember the details and would be willing to go through it again. Well, I say not if you journal it down! Lol…

Anyway, I have decided that I have to do something about this unpredictable predicament. I cannot be taking MCs and emergency leaves every week. So I negotiated with my boss to start the day later (he is not left with much choice either! haha) which means coming in at a reasonably later time but ensuring that my body is ready to go the distance of 11 km to work along bumpy roads with my trusty old Kancil. And to take a light breakfast (milo + milk + snack) before reporting in. My workplace is now a mini larder with all sorts of food to last me through the day. I need to eat every few hours and will try to do it discreetly out of respect for my muslim colleagues sitting behind me during the puasa month.

Well, so far so good. Really hope this lasts.

Joshua

Our current baby of the family Joshua has been displaying some peculiar acts of defiance, terrible two tantrums and emotional outbursts of late. We wonder if this could be due to the fact that another baby is on the way? He started being very whiny and tearful after waking every morning and from afternoon naps. He would beg me not to leave his side and demands to be carried most of the time. He also gets unduly emotional when he sees me losing my mobility and frequenting the bathroom. He has even started being violent by kicking and punching hard. Private moments with him would have him revealing that he doesn’t want me to be unwell and he wishes to be pregnant and vomit too. Many people tell me it is his way of conveying his fears and insecurities of losing his privileged position. Needless to say, we have had our share of stress-filled days and sleepless nights in just a mere couple of weeks. We have made it a point to communicate with him and shower him with attention, and sometimes wonder when this phase would end. As we anticipate the arrival of the stork, we would have to strategise and re-strategise our plans to accommodate Josh.